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each night’s end
he tucked his head
beneath his wing,
asked one question
of the darkness over head—

God, he asked,
have I done today
what you sent me
here to do
?

have I lived this day
as all my days
were intended
to be lived
?

then, each night’s end,
hearing nary a word of response said,
he’d ride the answering silence into sleep,

restless and dreamless.

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